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...knew instantly that I wanted to play this instrument." Recalls Britton: "Tom was like a high priest with a new disciple. He told me that a piper has to be a woodworker, leatherworker, metalsmith and reedmaker just to maintain the instrument, and that I would have to learn Gaelic to understand the rhythm of piping. Basically, though, I had really long hair at the time, and I think he was afraid I'd use the pipes to play rock...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Philadelphia Piping | 3/16/1987 | See Source »

...some serious piping. Britton straps himself into his instrument like a fighter pilot getting ready for combat. First comes the bellows, a smaller version of the fireplace variety, belted next to his body and held under his right arm (whence comes the name: Uilleann is based on the Gaelic word for elbow). The bellows replaces a Scotsman's lungs in filling the leather bag that drives the sound. The bag goes under his left arm; out of it and across his lap comes a collection of wood and brass tubes. Some of these are the drones, which sound continuously...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Philadelphia Piping | 3/16/1987 | See Source »

...Gordon understands many languages. Fluent in Spanish and proficient in French, she has also studied Russian, Gaelic, Quechua (the second language of Peru), and she is currently learning Portuguese...

Author: By Jennifer L. Mnookin, | Title: Taking Refuge in Cambridge | 11/6/1986 | See Source »

...proceeds with a chronological collection of anecdotes, poems and prose excerpts, lacing them with intermittent comments of historical or thematic relevance. There are many gems, such s the powerful, gruesome early Gaelic poem called "The Old Woman of Beare...

Author: By Mark Murray, | Title: Uninspired Tourist | 5/8/1984 | See Source »

That streak is well hidden in Heaney's verse, which, like Yeats', mixes the familiar-domestic animals, the aroma of a country afternoon, the benison of a homecoming-with the stuff of legend-myth-haunted Gaelic songs, the discovery of a 1,000-year-old man buried in peat. For Heaney, objects always cast a long shadow: the observation of a skunk, of all animals, brings on a longing for his absent wife: "Your head-down, tail-up hunt in a bottom drawer/ For the black plunge-line nightdress...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Singing of Skunks and Saints | 3/19/1984 | See Source »

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